Positively Thursday

Some days have a shine to them. A feeling of positive connectedness that isn't really something you can readily touch or define. Of course, on the flip side some days are like the inside of a cat-lady's toilet, and that seems to be what we talk about more often. It's so much easier to share negative experiences and collective pains in the collective ass. But yesterday, or last night more specifically, happened to be the former. It had a nice shine to it.

I always have a fun time on Thursday nights. Our Bastards Inc. shows are a highlight of my week and I'm really fulfilled and happy with the way we're working. Last night, however, seemed to have a little something extra. We hosted short form improv group Flaming Awesome and the lovely stand-up comedian Maria Ciampa - both of whom frequent our stage, but both acts seemed very new and filled with dynamic energy.


It was thrilling to watch FA play really hard and smart and with a new confidence.

And Maria, oh man, she killed.

I think I'd heard some of her material before, but it felt like the first time. I was crying laughing and squirming all at the same time. She was brilliant.

I was especially excited about the way our Bastards set went. As I said, it's always fun and I'm almost always fighting to keep a straight face. Matt, Ryan, and Taylor are pretty much the most skilled and original improvisers I know (no offense to you other wonderful people who may be reading. You're tops!) Last night it felt very much like we were all on this same, big, weird page, and I left the theater feeling positively lifted up.

It's just so nice when you have a night like that. Now we're writing some sketches for our upcoming sketch show, and I'm exercising another part of my brain. It's a good, creative time.

Tell me about the good creative things that you're doing. And at the risk of sounding like a desk calendar from HR, choose to think about things that make you happy today. They are there, I guarantee you, you might just have forgotten about them. Especially if your cubicle smells like the inside of a cat lady's toilet.


With love, and apparently in danger of turning into some kind of hippie,
Erin